"They're here." Ainsley, Negan and Neal that is. Neal had checked in on Doc earlier and he heard Negan's gravel and smoke grating against Ainsley's rose thorns, their latest little spat filtering down from upstairs into the garage. Otherwise he would have happily slunk into one of their vacant rooms and sought solitary refuge there. Doc had encountered Raylan outside. While the Marshal is out tending to the flock, the outlaw is in looking after the house. Or at least, he's supposed to be instead of sitting around drinking whiskey watching the water lay waste to the place.

Raylan would be disappointed and for once Doc doesn't give a shit.

Sliding off his chair, Doc grabs a couple of empty crates from the kitchen counter corner they are stacked in and plods wordlessly back into the garage, handing one to Malcolm as he starts filling his up with dried and canned goods. There's space in their kitchen fridge if they want to empty out the garage one, although there's no guarantee the kitchen fridge would fair much better after Mathias is done with them.

In a moment of weakness, Doc goes to save his snowglobe from the garage bedroom on his way back to the kitchen. That's coming upstairs with him.